The three worlds
The lowest world is gross, next is mental,
beyond which everything is love and light,
wherein as vibrations become gentle,
we become the centre of bliss delight,
witnessing the play of life, day and night.
Be this as it may, beyond space and time,
we are the very source of bliss beat’s chime.
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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